The Cursed Town

 

The night is young

The sun went down

No angels sing

In this small town

 

Here children cry

In fear of soon

They’ll look to the sky

And lose the moon

 

The clock strikes nine

The sun is set

Dark begins to dine

Now you will regret

 

The clock strikes ten

Now watch your back for

Silent wings bear sin

And nothing lies beyond the door

 

The clock strikes eleven

No one ever sleeps

No one goes to heaven

Now, soon there are creeks

 

The clock strikes twelve

The night is shattered

In the shadows dwell

Their nightmares

 

This hour lasts longer

Almost for a day

Because everyone is running

As the demons come to play

 

The clock strikes one

Still no one sleeps

Except the dead

Blood runs through leeks

 

The clock strikes two

The air is red

The dead are few

The prophecy said

 

The clock strikes three

The witches scream

For the fun begins

To curse human dreams

 

The clock strikes four

The stars call out

And wake heavens door

As the sun begins to spout

 

For this cursed town

Where no one sleeps

Where nightmares come

And give citizens treats

Reviews

[Bernice]

I really liked this- you set the sceane very well, you're a very talented poet

[Daleth Grey]

i love the line "in fear of soon," but the third stanza seems sort of broken or unfinished or something. just kind of awkward. creeks -> creaks, unless it's a stream. wow, despite all my complaining, i really liked it. just a lil' cheesy how it's like, 'witches, demons!' but you can keep all the evil goodness if you switch up the wording. cool! ^_^